The boy and his father (ACT 1)

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I remember so vividly how my dad used to hunt for ducks in the forest near our house. I used to join him in collecting the
fallen ducks. One day, my dad had gone hunting by himself on his birthday.
He never returned home.

I woke up feeling groggy from all the homework I've done last night. I got up and arrange my messy bed (After all my mom said
that messy bed equals a messy life. Whatever that means).Afterwards, I took a shower and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Mom placed my breakfast on the table. The plate only
had a sunnyside up egg on it.

"Egg again?"

"Well, I haven't gone to the market yet, so bear with it for a
moment. Okay?"

I nodded and ate my breakfast.

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